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Of course, I’d spoken with Brendan at lengths because he was suffering the exact same loss but he’s my brother and I’ve always needed someone outside my inner circle to talk to. It helped when I found Jaz. We cried and cuddled but there was something different about opening up to Logan.
At least now he’ll understand why I’ve been so standoffish with him. Well, he would mostly understand. I don’t think he could possibly realise the kind of debt I’m in after having to support my brother through his recovery, put myself through college and still live.
I was able to sell my parents’ house which helped a lot but that money only went so far.
I lived with my aunt and uncle for a little while to be close to Brendan and finish high school but then I went to college. Things got so much harder but we were strong and made it work.
Now we've come out the other end. I've got this amazing job with the possibility of a promotion. Brendan is back in rehab with the possibility of walking again, though, that, of course, comes with its own set of bills but I just don't care. The weight of college and finding a good job is off my shoulders and now all I have to focus on is getting Brendan better…. Oh, and keeping Logan at arm's length.
He did say last night that he believes my job is safe but how could he possibly know that? It’s a nice thought and would mean that I could maybe give this thing with Logan a go. I mean, it’s becoming startling obvious that he isn’t the player I thought he was. I mean, I bet he has had his moments in the past but something tells me he’s serious when he says ‘I’m different’ but then, doesn’t every guy say that?
I just can’t get past the fact I was able to talk to him… Something inside me clicked and it felt so right. That’s not something I can ignore, right?
His arms pull tighter around my waist and breaks me out of my inner thoughts. I find my back pressed up against his chest with his scent wrapping around me and I absolutely love it.
“How’d you sleep?” he murmurs in a sleepy tone.
I turn in his arms so I can look up at his handsome face. “Better than I have in eight years,” I admit.
Emotion shines bright through his eyes. “You don’t know how happy that makes me,” he says.
In a flash, he shifts his weight and pulls me with him. I find myself underneath him with his arms caging me in and his lips firmly against mine.
My traitorous body instantly comes alive with his touch. My arms wrap around his back while my skank-ass hands find the hem of his shirt and slide up his warm skin, taking in the hard muscles of his back.
God. I should be worried about my damn morning breath but for some reason, I’m not. All I can think about is what’s the quickest way to get my legs out from under him and up around his waist.
I succeed a little faster than I thought possible and feel his erection through his pants, pressing down into me. Holy shit, this feels good. I moan like a needy bitch and push my body up into his.
He grinds down into me and I can only imagine how amazing this would feel minus the clothes. Every last thought of why I shouldn’t be doing this is completely gone from my mind, even more so when his hand slides up my shirt and caresses my skin before moving up and exploring my breasts.
I’ve fooled around with other guys before but never has it felt like this. His lips move down to the soft skin on my neck and once again, I find myself arching up into him. Wow. This is incredible. With his lips on my neck and his erection grinding into me, I start to feel that familiar pull, a feeling I’ve never once experienced with a man, only ever by my own fingers and the glow-in-the-dark toy under my bed. All this and I haven’t even taken any clothes off.
Speaking of…
My fingers latch around the fabric of his shirt and I pull it up. He helps me pull it over his head and the second it's gone my eyes begin roaming. His body is absolute perfection, clearly, one that comes from years of training and I can't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now.
I need more and it’s as if he can read my mind. He pulls my jumper over my head and then my shirt before moving down my body and sucking my nipple into his mouth. An electric shot goes straight through my body and down to my core. “Oh, my god,” I moan but he doesn’t stop there. He looks up at me with hooded eyes before his hand slides down my body and into my pants.
